Why do I still try?   Why do I even care?   Why do I do anything at all?      A thought of you crosses in my head,   was it something I saw or someone said?   A thought of you goes through my brain,   was it something I saw or someome said?      I'm on a stop sign, on on a stop sign.      What's in my head gets tangled by my tongue.   Why do you stay?   Following the cuts of a certain shape   when all that's left is left to break.   When all that's left is left to...break!      Someone said, I don't wanna break.      I'm on a stop sign, on on a stop sign.